[Open Log]

[bearshermark]

Who: Elliott and OPEN to ALL Different!
What: Beach Partyyy!
When: May 31st, all night
Where: Rockaway Beach
Rating/Warnings: Will update if needed



It's a good spot.

Two diagonal picnic tables are parked a within roasting fork distance of the fire pit. It starts as a small, flickering fire, but once everyone's gathered, Elliott takes the opportunity to kick the night off and turn up the heat with the aid of a few magical fireballs.

There's hotdogs and an overlaying grill to cook up Yotsuyu's mix of meat and veggie kebabs. A cooler filled with soda and water bottles sits further away to avoid premature melting. Cookies and marshmallows or s'mores feature as dessert- or dinner, if that's anyone's preference.

For entertainment, Roselia makes a live, musical debut with Lisa as its sole performer. Meanwhile, Elliott does his best to encourage socialization and facilitate any necessary introductions. There's even a volleyball net and ball, and at least one attempt is made to form teams and get a game going.

But for the quieter sorts, dark, ocean waves lap at the shore outside the firelight. The weather is perfectly clear, and the location affords a rare opportunity to enjoy the stars. There might even be a cat playing in the sand somewhere nearby.

Some accouterments (like cutlery or extra chairs) might have been accidentally overlooked.

...He tried okay.

Comments

[howkickassiam]

"Perfect, just how I like 'em," he says. He dips the stick into the flames.

Moments later the treats have been assembled and York carefully takes a bite, trying not to get melted chocolate and marshmallow all over his face.

"Mmm," he says, truly delighted in the flavor.

[neverjedi]

Ben is trying to be reasonably neat about it, but it's a damn s'more. "It's delicious, but I'm going to have to swim and scrub off with sand after I'm done with it."

He... does not do sticky.

Even when it's marshmallow.

Just. No.

[howkickassiam]

York chuckles.

"I guess that's as good a way as any to get cleaned up."

[neverjedi]

"Not really, but it's readily available?" He'll take what he can get, though as he makes his way past the halfway point and things get messier, he's regretting his choices.

[howkickassiam]

"Oh, god," he says, as he tries to pull the s'more away after a bite and a string of marshmallow stretches between his mouth and the treat. He does his best to mitigate the situation but yeah, he ends up getting some on his chin.

[neverjedi]

He goes to help but realizes his hands are too sticky for that to be very effective and just laughs, helplessly. "Looks like we're both going swimming."

[howkickassiam]

"Could be worse," he says, and then finishes the s'more. He grabs a napkin off the table and tries wiping the stickiness off his face. It helps, but there's still a sticky residue left when he's done.

[neverjedi]

"In many ways. Including if I was a less polite person." He's teasing with that one. "Come on, let's go either swim or play volleyball. Otherwise I might have to socialize more with strangers." God Forbid.

[howkickassiam]

"Swim," he says. "Wash up this crap first."

He leads the way to the water, strips his shirt and shoes, and starts rushing into the waves.

[neverjedi]

Obi-Wan takes his sandals off, leaves his shirt and follows in at a more leisurely pace.

Yeah. Tonight is good.

[howkickassiam]

York walks in to thigh depth, and then dives forward to swim on the top of the waves, bobbing in closer to waist depth. The water is slightly chilly, but feels good.